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BELATED FATE (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader).

The whole story: here.

Chapter 30. A little office affair

Y/n’s POV:

“Miss Olsen, here are the documents you asked for,” I say in a cheerful voice as I walk into her office without knocking and place a small stack of papers on her desk, meeting Elizabeth's soft smile.

“Are you seriously going to call me that, Miss Y/Ln?” She asks without removing the smile from her lips, gets up from the table and walks around it, coming up to me.

“Ew, it sounds gross, don’t call me that,” a fake pout on my face makes her hand reach up to my cheek, pinching it lightly.

“Then don’t call me «Miss Olsen» too, deal, sunshine?” She asks, leaning towards me and planting a gentle kiss on my forehead. Her affection almost makes my heart jump out of my chest every single time, as if I caught some kind of gay panic for the first time in my life.

These days that we spent together were not only the best in recent times, they were the best in my entire life. That calmness and a sense of security that I feel next to her, how all my worries and anxieties immediately fade into the background as soon as she appears in my field of vision, all this brings me so much happiness that I never expected to receive in my life. But I also never expected her to want me the way I want her and to choose me over everything she had.

“I was just playing,” I murmur, “it sounds kinda hot if you ask me,” I say, biting my lip and theatrically winking at her, watching her smile widen.

Without saying a word, she pulls me into a warm kiss, wrapping her arms around my waist and completely forgetting where we are, slightly pushing me to her table.

"Do you know that anyone can see us here?" I reluctantly break the kiss, increasing the distance between us for a bit, even though I don't feel like doing it at all because being in her arms is definitely what I’m willing to do for the rest of my life.

“Yeah, they can,” disappointment is evident in her eyes, “I already heard couple of rumors about myself and I wish I never did.” I notice that her mood is obviously beginning to go down, judging by her slightly drooping posture as she walks towards the sofa near the large window.

“It’s been only three days and I’m already tired, Y/n/n,” she speaks as she sits down on the sofa and leans her head back against it, placing her palm on her forehead. Seeing her like this definitely isn’t on the list of the things that I’d ever want to see, but all I can do is just promise her once again that we’re going to get through this together and offer her some physical comfort.

"Wanna tell me about what you heard?" I ask carefully, sitting down next to her and taking her free hand in mine, stroking her knuckles with my thumb.

"Don't you know everything about it yet? You're usually the first one to tell me all the rumors,” she smiles sadly, squeezing my hand in hers.

"I wasn't here until today, remember?" I remind her of this, replaying in my head how I spent two days with my friends, for whom my recent news did not come as a huge surprise.

“I mean, we knew that it would happen, we even wanted to bet, but turned out that both of us were rooting for you two getting together,” Olivia speaks as she puts a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth and exchanges glances with Mads.

“Yes, you should’ve seen it from the side, we often had the impression that you were already dating. So, what we have now…firstly, she canceled the wedding, secondly, you now live together, and thirdly, your parents already know everything?” Madison wonders, staring at me with a curious look.

"Yes, and her parents know too, but something tells me they didn't like it at all despite the fact that El said everything was fine," I say, recalling my worries about the upcoming birthday of Mrs. Olsen.

“Screw them, Lizzie is a big girl and I doubt that their opinion will affect something. We’re so happy for you, dumbass, even though expected you to be the last one among us to get into a relationship,” Liv squeezes my hand, giving me a sincere smile.

“But despite us already trusting her, we still have to talk to her about something. You’re like our little sister, so we have to make sure that you’ll be safe enough,” Madison turns on her protective mode, causing me to roll me eyes in not annoyed, but a bit tired of this manner.

“I’m still convinced that my mom pays you for it,” I smirk, taking a sip of my milkshake, “but lucky for you, she also wants to see you two, ‘cause her sisters are coming over this weekend for Mrs. Olsen’s birthday and she offered us to hang out together after that,” I tell them about it, watching sinister smiles appear on their lips.

“Do you remember how our last party was? I'm afraid this time Liz won't be glad about you kissing one of her sisters,” Liv chuckles, sharing a small laugh with Madison, who only wiggles her eyebrows in response.

"I won’t be glad about it too, morons," I mutter, averting my eyes somewhere to the side and crossing my arms over my chest indicatively.

"Okay, okay," they finally calm down, looking serious again, "by the way, did you have sex already or did you decide to wait another month again?" Madison, as usual, without second thoughts asks out loud everything that interests her, thereby making Liv and me blush.

"Fear God and turn down the volume, we're in decent society after all," I say, hitting her arm next to me.

"Society automatically stops being decent when Madison enters it," Olivia adds, giving our friend a slap on the back of the head.

"Ouch! It’s a normal question, I’m just curious if she’s good in bed,” she grunts offended, hitting Liv on the shoulder in return as I silently watch this free traveling zoo.

"She's definitely better than all of your boyfriends put together," I smirk, replaying in my mind how we've been using every opportunity to please each other all this time.

“What?!” They exclaim in one voice, attracting the attention of other customers. "So you already fucked?" Mads ignores my quip, focusing only on what she was interested in.

“Yeah, it happened in the first day actually,” I shrug as I continue to enjoy my sugary drink.

“Your slutty horny side finally woke up from a 10,000 year sleep?” Olivia taunts playfully, accompanying it with a fake pout on her face. “Do you call her mommy, hmm?” She continues to annoy me, placing her chin on her both hands, staring at me with a cheeky smile.

“Don’t impose your kinks on me, my mom didn’t give me any issues,” I return her a tease, watching her smile drop and eyes narrow in defeat.

“Asshole.”

“Someone thinks that I found someone richer, someone believes that I was cheating on Boyd and couldn’t bear the guilt, others just make up bullshit theories that annoy the fuck out of me,” she raises her tone on the curse word, showing me how all of this affects her, making her nervous. “I know that I shouldn’t react like this, but it’s getting overwhelming,” she exhales, staring at me with an unreadable expression.

“El, you have the right to react in any way you wish, don’t underestimate your own feelings, ‘cause all of them are valid,” I look at her with a sympathetic look, trying to put myself in her place and fully understand exactly what emotions she is currently experiencing.

“People often stick their nose in other people’s business, it’s something that’s true for almost all of us. And especially if you're more popular than the average person, it's almost inevitable, but that doesn't mean you can't be affected by this,” I try to calm her down, stroking her open palm with one hand and placing the other on her cheek, starting to move the backs of my fingers along her cheeks and neck, noticing how she visibly relaxes and closes her eyes.

“All the rumors will subside very soon, now the most important thing is that you know the truth and there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m so proud of you for being such strong person though,” I speak to her in a soothing voice, smiling at her even though she can’t see it now, but she still grabs my hand, bringing it to her lips.

“Come here,” she says, opening her eyes and pulling me towards her by my waist, obviously not meeting any resistance. “You’re my anti-stress now,” Elizabeth murmurs, burying her face in my neck as I sit comfortably on her lap, wrapping one of my arms around her neck, completely ignoring that it’s definitely not the right place for that only because she needs it.

We spent in this position 10 minutes or so, mentally thanking heaven for the fact that no one thought to enter the office during this time before getting up and going back to work.

“These are reports for the past month, these are lists of meetings for august, and what is this?” Elizabeth asks, pointing to a black folder under a stack of papers, giving me a couple of seconds' glance.

"Oh, that's the business plan for the coming year," I casually respond, moving closer to her.

"Business plan? As far as I know, you aren’t supposed to do that.” She frowns as she opens the folder and starts flipping through pages, briefly examining the content.

“I had nothing to do and besides, all indicators are holding on to the same level for so many years, our competitors will easily overtake us in the coming years if we don’t change anything,” I explain with my hands on my hips, meeting a curious look of my girlfriend.

“I don’t know much about these reports and numbers, but what is this data and where did you get it from? «Fisters» is our direct competitor, isn’t it?” Elizabeth points to some kind of summary and looks back at me for an answer.

"Eh, you don't wanna know where I got it from, but now it doesn't matter, it will help us to keep them from overtaking LinCorp," I reply and lower my eyes to the wooden desk, remembering that I obtained this information not entirely legally, but the risk was worth it.

“Y/n. Tell me right now where you got it from,” she says in a strict tone, making a couple of steps towards me with the folder in her hand, making me to stagger back.

“Maybe, just maybe, I bribed one of the employees of that company, but trust me…”

“You did what?!“ She interrupts me in a raised voice without letting me finish, staring at me with wide eyes. “Y/n, what were you thinking?” She slams the folder on the table, causing me to flinch at the sharp, loud sound.

“You’re getting rid of all this right now, understand?” She speaks with her jaw clenched as she picks up the folder from the table and hands it forcefully to me.

“Why are you so pissed off? I'm not going to get rid of it, because it's the only thing that can help our company not lose a huge part of the sales!” I shake my head and also raise my voice at her in response, not understanding such a rough reaction.

"I spent a whole month on this and believe me if there was any risk I wouldn't do it," my tone becomes normal again trying to soften Elizabeth’s mood, even though I know that I had to lie a bit right now, and my hand reaches for hers, but she makes a step back so I fail to take it, watching as she places both of her hands on the desk, lowering her head.

“Baby…” I try to approach her again, but she raises her palm up, showing that she doesn’t want me to come any closer now.

“Leave big things to big people, Y/n. I understand that you wanted the best, but at this matter I don’t care about the company, I care only about you,” she decides to look at me and I see the inexplicable fear behind her eyes, starting to understand her reaction.

"You can't put yourself in danger just because someone missed something." She exhales, taking a pause in the middle of her talking and then straightens her back, takes a couple of steps in my direction, ending up right next to me.

“Do you trust me, Elizabeth?” I ask her, peering into the green shiny orbs that seem to be staring right into my soul and put my hand on her cheek, this time not seeing any protests.

“I do trust you,” she whispers, leaning into my touch and covering my hand with her own.

"Then let me see it through, I'm sure everything will be fine," I stare at her with pleading eyes, knowing that she couldn't refuse me.

“Promise me that if you have even one slightest doubt, you’ll immediately get rid of everything related to this,” I feel her warm breath on my lips as she whispers, leaning her forehead to mine and I place my hands on her back, starting to move them in soothing circular motions.

"I promise, honey, I promise." Feeling that her body is completely relaxed again, I start slowly leaning forward to her lips and not seeing a hint that she minds it, I connect them with mine in a sign of us ending this small fight.

A knock on the door makes me immediately back away from Elizabeth, increasing the distance between us by several feet in a second.

"Come in." She immediately turns on her professional personality with a perfect posture, a proudly raised chin and a confident expression that has always caused me dumb admiration.

“Miss Olsen, your brother asked me to tell you to call him back as soon as possible, he cannot get through to you. Y/n? I thought you took a vacation, so glad to see you!” The red-haired girl enters the office, first addressing Elizabeth and then turning her attention to me, giving me a surprised look.

"Thank you, Cindy," El replies, turning her head towards me, "you can go too, Y/n." We look pretty much like just a boss and subordinate right now, but leaving her office I turn to wink at her and read a small “I love you” on her lips, holding back the huge smile that threatens to appear on my face.

Once in the hallway, I exchange an awkward look with Cindy and when I'm about to go to my office, she stops me, blocking my way.

"Y/n, I'm really glad you're back here because I've wanted to tell you something for a certain time, but couldn’t bring myself to do it before." I notice her shifting from foot to foot, carefully examining my face and biting her lip nervously. "How do you feel about having dinner together tonight?" Oh god, even if I didn’t have El, I’d never do this since I’ve always found her a bit annoying and intrusive.

"Ehh, I'm actually pretty busy today, but thank you for the offer," I hasten to answer her, but she just rolls her eyes at me, still not letting me through. "Yeah? And on what day are you not busy?

"I'm busy every day, sorry." Her company has never been very pleasant to me, and now the desire to leave her as soon as possible has only increased.

“Hm, very interesting. Aren't you afraid that everyone will accidentally find out the whole truth about why you and Ms. Olsen canceled the wedding and vacation at the same time?” She smirks and I suddenly just freeze in place, not fully realizing what she just said, because this is definitely the last thing I expected to hear. Fucking hell.

"What do you mean?" I immediately decide to play dumb in the hope that she's just bluffing and it will work.

“Ah, come on, little spy, you two were literally just snotty hugging each other with tongues in each other's mouths, at least learn how to close the blinds,” she says mockingly, clapping her hand on my shoulder.

“It's either one little dinner tonight at 7:00, or tomorrow the whole office will be buzzing about a new entertaining romance in our humble company,” Cindy says in the same cheeky tone, giving me a last glance and leaving me there in the middle of the corridor completely lost, not understanding what the hell I’m supposed to do now.

A/n: heeyy everyone, i need a small advice again. since i can’t really have a fresh opinion on this story, i’d like to know what sides of characters you’d like to see more. maybe some mental health stuff, or their protectiveness over each other, family/friends drama etc. also should i add smth or put smth away? let me know what you think : )

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poisonmaximoff · 2 years

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BELATED FATE (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader).

The whole story: here.

Chapter 29. Pleasure for both of us

⚠️Warnings: smut, fingering, oral, strap-on use

Y/n's POV:

"You know, your pasta is really tasty, so now you definitely won't turn your back on cooking instead of ordering food," Elizabeth compliments my dish as she finishes her plate.

"I wasn't sure if it was edible, so if you get stomach problems, it's your own fault, okay?" I smile as I watch her just give me a studying look, firstly resting it on my partially exposed collarbones and then back up to my face.

I have been waiting since this morning for us to have time for some particularly private moments, imagining how I can finally have her only for myself, as she promised me. The memory of how I called sex a non-essential part of a relationship once in a conversation with El appears in my head, but now I really find it difficult to control myself when she is around me. Suddenly my quite composed nature turned into a needy and impatient one, exposing all my weaknesses for her.

"Mmm, we'll see about that. Will I get a dessert today, baby?" She asks, resting her chin on both hands and looking me over from head to toe as I get up from the table to put our empty plates in the dishwasher.

"Actually, I was hoping to get my dessert first, honey." I turn around only to give her a promising smirk and then bend down so that my robe lifts up to show her the top of my thighs and some of the flesh of my buttocks in the lacy lingerie. I know really well that I don't have to put in much effort to turn her on, but I still decide to throw this little show for her, noticing in my peripheral vision as she silently leaves her seat.

As soon as I feel her coming very close to me from behind, I immediately straighten my back, turning my body towards her to meet her already slightly darkened look and bitten lip. My hand involuntarily reaches for the top button of her shirt to play with it for a couple of seconds and then skillfully unbutton it and the next one with my three fingers, while feeling her attentive gaze at me.

"You must be tired today, yeah?" I look up at her again, watching her run her tongue over her bottom lip and swallow hard.

"A little bit. Any ideas to help me relax?" She pulls me sharply to her by my waist, forcing a sharp exhale out of my chest.

"I have some," I say, and without waiting for her to answer, I pull her into a wet kiss, wrapping my arms around her neck and guiding her toward the nearest kitchen counter until her ass bumps against it.

"Want you here," I pant between kisses, lowering them down on her jaw and neck, earning a couple of soft, quiet moans as she tries to catch my robe belt.

"Are you so impatient that you can't make it to the bedroom?" She speaks as she unbuttons her shirt, watching me stare at her body hungrily.

"Aren't we supposed to eat in the kitchen, baby?" I smirk, hinting on what exactly I'm going to do and my hands go down to her belt, unfastening it, then moving to the fly of her pants, slowly unbuttoning it while I can't take my eyes off her bitten lip and defiant gaze.

Kneeling in front of her, I pull the jeans off her toned legs, raising my head a couple of times to see her aroused look and how she grabbed the kitchen counter on both sides, maintaining her balance. Noticing a growing wet spot on her dark gray panties, I involuntarily praise myself for the fact that I managed to bring her to such a state so quickly, realizing that now she is unlikely to show her dominance in her current position.

"It should go away," I say, rising to my feet again, pointing to her unbuttoned shirt, which reveals her juicy perfect breasts in a tight bra, and without saying a word she pulls it off herself, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

"So bossy today, giving me orders,” she smirks, pulling me to her by my neck to press her lips to mine in a hot kiss. "Take this off and show me your beautiful body," she exhales into my mouth, tugging on the belt of my robe and without hesitation I untie it, letting the piece of fabric fall to the floor at my feet, revealing my lacy underwear, which seems to immediately have effect on Elizabeth, judging by her greedy shifty gaze.

"Someone expected to have some fun today, isn't it?" She says, letting her hands shamelessly descend on my ass, squeezing it and forcing out a small moan of pleasure mixed with surprise from my chest.

"Someone promised me some fun, now lean on the counter," I instruct her, gently pushing her from me with my hand and watching her surprisingly do what I just asked.

Wasting no time, I press my lips on her soft neck, leaving a wet trail behind me, gradually lowering my kisses into the valley between her breasts as my hands sneak behind her to unfasten her bra. I can feel her breathing getting ragged and slightly trembling while her palms find their place on my shoulders as she tilts her head back in pleasure. Dealing with the bra, I release her soft boobs, spending a few seconds just to admire once again how flawless they are.

"I love them so much," I say and it seems to me that I'm going to start drooling if I spend more time in this position, so I lift my eyes to panting El, who immediately arches her back towards me.

"They're all yours, angel." She obviously loves when I play with them, so I decide to give her exactly what she wants, not being able to resist my own urge to take her erect nipples in my mouth.

"Oh shit," she moans when I close my lips around her swollen bud, sucking it into my mouth as one of my hands digs into her lower back and the second one finds its place on Elizabeth's other breast, starting to twist her nipple between my fingers while she tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me closed to her.

After paying enough attention to both her boobs, kissing them and making her moans increase in volume, I begin to gradually kneel down again, forming a wet path of kisses on her stomach and ribs, feeling her hand clench into a fist in my hair.

Taking the signal that she's had enough foreplay, I pry her panties with two fingers, lowering them down to her ankles, once again fully kneeling in front of her. She doesn't even need to ask for something and beg me, because I myself am ready to do absolutely everything for her, to give her pleasure in any form that she wishes. Having her all naked in front of me drives me literally crazy and the confidence she has even in such position is fueling my desire to make her feel blessed as soon as possible.

"I like seeing you like that," she breathes out, taking my chin with three fingers and studying my face carefully, so it seems like her lust is temporarily gone as we share this intimate couple of seconds. "Now get to work." As she says this, her legs part, showing me her glistening walls and a slight buildup of wetness on her inner thighs.

Grabbing her by the back of her thighs, I finally press my mouth to her pussy, licking a long stripe between her lower lips to the throbbing clit, spreading all the wetness along her hot opening, making her to let out a loud throaty moan. Looking up, I see her tilt her head back, her brows furrowed and her mouth forming an "o" shape in silent pleasure as she begins to move her hips towards my mouth.

As I move my tongue faster and faster, flickering her clit from time to time, I notice how hard her hands grip the surface of the counter, turning her knuckles almost white. Her breasts bounce up and down, her moans and praises are an actual honey to my ears as I'm working her to the edge.

"You're doing so great, don't stop, o-oh, mmm, baby," an uncontrollable flow of words leaves her mouth as I enter her dripping entrance with two fingers, mingling with the wet sounds of her pussy and my own soft moans.

Speeding up my movements, I feel her painfully pulling on my hair, apparently unaware of this action, so I reach with my free hand to hers to intertwine our fingers and free my hair from her death grip. Meeting her half-conscious gaze and face wrinkled in ecstasy, I understand that behind these eyes there is not a single thought now except for the desire to cum here and now.

I can't quite make out clear words among all the sounds that she makes, and her loud moans along with her walls clenching around my fingers let me know that she's about to release on my fingers.

"Baby-y, fuck, fuck, make me cum, ju- ah! -st like that," she whimpers, squeezing my hand like as if it's the last time, grinding her hips against my face at a merciless pace while I'm trying to keep her in place.

"Yes, yes, I'm gon-AH!" The loudest moan interrupts her phrase and I feel the flow of wetness running down my still moving inside of her fingers while her hips violently twitch in front of my face, letting me know that her orgasm finally hit every part of her body.

Pumping my fingers in and out of her for a bit longer, I slowly take them out of her pussy watching a thin thread of her cum mixed with wetness follow my hand as she tries to catch her breath standing on trembling legs.

After a few seconds, her eyes become conscious again as I still remain on my knees, licking my fingers clean while holding an eye contact with her, watching familiar smirk of hers appear on her reddish from biting lips.

"These skillful fingers and mouth of yours are gonna be the death of me some day," she smiles, stroking my cheek with her thumb, as I get up and wrap my hands around her waist, feeling her warm wetness press to my stomach.

"Mmm, nope, we can't have that," I peck her lips, feeling them melt into a smile, "I need you very much alive."

"And I need to repay you, babygirl," it's her turn now to give me a loving kiss, "go up to the bedroom, I'll be there in a couple of minutes, agreed?" I eagerly nod in response and turn towards the stairs, feeling a playful slap on my barely covered ass.

Once in the bedroom, I sit down comfortably on the large soft mattress, impatiently shifting in anticipation of my heavenly beautiful girlfriend to appear in the doorway, and after a couple of minutes, as promised, she enters the bedroom, dressed in my silky robe, which I had previously left there on the floor.

It doesn't really cover anything except her shoulders and sides, so my eyes immediately land on her breasts as she approaches me with seductively slow steps. I can feel that my underwear is already completely destroyed, knowing perfectly well that this is the consequences of her power over me, which I'm not going to hide.

"You know what I really liked during our first time?" She stops a few inches from me, flicking the robe off her shoulders and placing her hand on my cheek.

"What?" I whisper, watching her approach bedside table and open the last drawer, pulling out the very familiar to me item.

"Filling you up so much that you couldn't formulate a single sentence." Her words and the firmness in her voice make me let out a needy whimper, showing her how great my desire for her is while I'm watching her stroking a strap in her hand.

"Do you want it now, Y/n?" She asks in caring tone, caressing the top of my head.

"I want it, yes," I answer immediately, not doubting for a single second.

She gives me a warm smile and starts tightening the straps, securing the toy between her legs and making my mouth fill with saliva at the sight before my eyes. As soon as she finishes, we exchange silent sensual smiles and she sits on the edge of the bed next to me, causing me a little confusion.

"Take your panties off and come here" she pats her lap and now I clearly understand what exactly she wants me to do. Obediently getting up from the bed and doing what I was just told, I lower myself down on her lap, placing my legs on either side of her hips.

"I love that you always do whatever I tell you, princess," she says, placing a kiss on the corner of my lips and running her finger along my drenched slit, causing me to let out a relieved moan.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" She purrs, finding the clasp of my lacy bra behind my back and in a couple of seconds getting me rid of the last piece of clothing that was covering my body.

"Thank you," I whisper, pleadingly staring in her eyes and silently telling her that I can't wait anymore. Fortunately, she fully understands my condition and finally enters me with one finger, forcing me to tilt my head back. Taking the opportunity, she latches her mouth to my nipple, licking and nibbling on it, moving her finger inside me faster, occasionally curling it so she could hit my sweet spot.

"F-fuck, El, I need more," I moan as I start to move my hips back and forth, maintaining my balance by holding on to her shoulders and trying to get myself to the finish line, but realizing that it's not enough to make me cum.

"Are you ready to take my cock?" She asks, suddenly biting my neck, which causes me to let out a louder moan.

"Yes, yes," I'm already entering my desperate state, close to begging even if I don't have to, knowing that she is already willing to give me everything I need.

"Shh, stop for a second, baby," she murmurs, stopping my movements with a firm grip on my waist and pulling her finger out of me. Elizabeth suddenly pulls me to her by my neck, connecting our lips in a sloppy kiss and with one hand guides the strapon to my pussy, running the tip from my opening to my neglected clit, causing me to involuntary move my hips in search of some relief.

Feeling that if I stay like this for even a minute I will most likely be torn to pieces due to unbearable lust burning in my veins, I put my palm over Elizabeth's hand, which is holding the toy and steady it, giving myself the opportunity to start lowering my throbbing pussy on it.

"Look at this desperate girl, doing all the work herself," she smirks, but nevertheless lets me do what I want without interrupting my act of independence.

"I just can't wait anym-oh! Oh, fuck!" With a quick movement of her hands on my waist, Elizabeth forces me to fully take the strap, making me bottom up in one second. The walls of my dripping core are pulsing around the toy while my eyes shut tightly and my nails dig into the skin of her shoulders, leaving crescent moon marks on it.

"Now ride me, beautiful," her raspy voice right above my ear encourages me to start moving and the feeling of fullness mixed with her mouth on my neck makes me moan uncontrollably so it can probably be heard in the whole apartment.

I feel her hips begin to move slightly in unison with mine as well, creating the perfect pace that brings me closer to the long-awaited orgasm in minutes. Her fake cock rubs against the walls of my pussy in all the right places while I restrain myself from screaming her name, digging my nails hard into her shoulders, unable to control anything that once belonged to me.

My thoughts, my moans, my body, it all currently belongs to only one person, and her green shining eyes are the only thing I can see now, accelerating in her lap, feeling my arousal flow down between my thighs, showing Elizabeth how good she can make me feel. Her hands grip my ribs and one of them grabs my chin, placing her thumb on the lower lip of my wide open in pleasure mouth.

"Ungodly perfect," she groans, thrusting harder in me and entering my mouth with her finger, watching my lips instantly close around it and I feel like I'm only a few steps from the edge.

I'm swirling my tongue around her thumb as diligently as my current state allows, and being satisfied with the amount of saliva on it, she removes it from my mouth, placing it on my clit.

"Ellie! Fucking h-AH!" Just a minute of tight fast circles on it mixed with a toy stretching my pussy so fucking good while I'm bouncing on it and her praise over my ear cause my climax to destroy all the sanity that was left in me, ripping through my body in powerful shocks, forcing me to leave red lines on Elizabeth's shoulders with my nails, crying out in pleasure as she continues to roll her hips for a bit more.

Sensing that I can't take it anymore, she completely steadies herself, holding my tired body with one hand around my waist and the other around my neck, pulling it towards herself so that I rest my forehead on her shoulder, still shaking a little and trying to catch my breath.

After a minute or so, I come back to my senses, rising up and letting the cock slide out of me, meeting the gaze of gentle forest eyes, carefully examining every inch of my face.

"You okay?" Her hand finds the fallen strands of my already messy hair, tucking them behind my ear, thereby making me smile gratefully because of the realization of how happy I feel every second spent with her.

"I love you," I say, leaning my forehead on hers and sharing a slightly shy smile with her, pressing a chaste kiss on her lips.

"I love you too, Y/n," she smiles as she gently lays me on my back and kneels next to me to take off the strap-on only to throw it somewhere to the side, lying next to me in a minute, intertwining our legs.

"You know, I never thought you could be so bossy in bed, 'cause you seem like such a softie," I say quietly, placing a small kiss on her shoulders staring at her with full of love eyes.

"I never had enough control in any of my relationships, although I always felt that I needed it. Do you have any problem with that, angel?" She meets my gaze, softly running her point finger on my collarbones and shoulders.

"I absolutely don't," I answer without hesitation, rolling over on top of her and pulling her into another sweet kiss.

A/n: the fact that one day here took 3 chapters...anywaayyy i hope you liked it, as always i appreciate every one of you and see ya in the next part :) if you have any ideas feel free to share them <3

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poisonmaximoff · 2 years

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BELATED FATE (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader).

The whole story: here.

Chapter 28. Everything comes with a price

Elizabeth's POV:

"Do you need me to go with you again?" Y/n's caring voice asks behind me as I finish arranging my creams, shampoos and other products in the bathroom.

"I don't think it's a good idea, because I'll probably be there until the evening and I'm obviously not in for anything good," I answer worriedly, looking into her eyes in the reflection in the large mirror.

"Yeah, I'm honestly kind of not ready for this type of meeting with them either," she wraps her arms around my waist, locking her hands around my stomach and planting a kiss on my shoulder, "so I'll wait for you at home, yup?"

"Yes," I smile at my girlfriend, mentally glad that I finally have a place that I can call home without a doubt.

"By the way, El, can I tell Mads and Liv about us?" She wonders, kissing the base of my neck. I never thought I'd love someone's frequent affection that much, but then Y/n came into my life, making me love that and a few other things with all my heart.

"Of course, you shouldn't ask about this, it's your right and I won't tell you what you should and shouldn't do." I believe she asked this because of what she had in her past relationship, and the realization of this causes a little irritation to appear in me. She clearly deserves everything the best and I'm going to do whatever it takes to make sure she gets it.

"Okay, thank you," she says after a few seconds of thinking, giving me another kiss on the neck and a little bit shy smile. "Does anyone other than Scarlett already know?"

"I told my sisters about us, but very briefly, and they demand all the details as soon as possible." I smile as I remember Ashley and Mary-Kate yelling something into the phone when I told them about the reason for my spontaneous escape.

"Are they like...supportive?"

"Yes, totally, they weren't really surprised for some reason," I shrug, hearing Y/n's little chuckle.

"Maybe 'cause you're not really good at hiding your gayness, hmm?" Her smirk brings a slight blush to my cheeks as her hands slowly sink to my hips, while we still holding an eye contact.

"And what makes you think that?" I ask, covering her hands with mine and waiting for her answer.

"I don't even know, maybe the fact that you constantly stared at my body? Or that your breathing quickened when we were too close? Or your curious, inquisitive gaze on me that always drove me crazy, hmm?" Her sudden burst of confidence and the kisses of her lips spreading down my neck almost make me forget about everything in the world.

"You know, I'm not the only one who was this obvious," I turn to face her, leaning on the sink, "and don't you dare start playing with me when I'm in a hurry," I somehow collect my thoughts, lifting her chin with two fingers, running my thumb over her bottom lip. "Otherwise you'll regret it, understand?" Judging by her now less confident look, my words have an immediate effect on her, leaving me satisfied with how pliable she is with me.

"What if I need you now?" She wraps her arms around my waist again, pulling me to her, biting her lip and staring at me with a pleading look that almost makes me suddenly cancel all my plans, but the thought of my already mad parents brings me back to earth.

"You will have me as soon as I'm back home," I promise her, meeting playfully furrowed brows and press my lips to hers in apology, causing her to soften and smile.

"Drive carefully, honey."

Of course, I called my mother and said that today I would explain everything to them, having listened to her lecturing that ignoring people is rude and inappropriate, so my visit will not be a surprise for them, but my nerves still get the best of me. Sitting in the car next to their mansion after the huge gates were opened to me, I run through all the possible reactions I'm going to get in my head.

Maybe they won't accept me and give up on me as if I'm not their daughter at all? Or maybe they'll take my job away to teach me a lesson? Or will I be lucky enough and they will act understandingly, resigned to the fact that, firstly, I like girls, and secondly, that I'm dating one? I think to myself, clinging my hands to the steering wheel.

After sitting like that for a couple more minutes, I decide that it's enough to delay the moment and, taking a deep breath, I get out of the car, heading for a huge white door.

"Lizzie, darling!" My mother immediately pulls me into a hug, thus catching me by surprise, because I expected that she would start yelling at me right from the doorway.

"Hi mom." There's a hint of surprise in my tone, but she doesn't seem to notice as she pulls away and invites me to come inside.

"You owe us a huge apology and an explanation, you know that?" She asks, watching my awkward steps and confused look.

"That's why I'm here. Where's dad?"

"He's waiting in the living room, let's go. Should I ask Lily to make you coffee or tea?"

"No thanks, maybe next time." It's weird that my mom is acting completely normal, but either way, I'm clearly not in the mood for food or drinks right now, feeling nauseous because of the anxious state.

"You could have at least answered our calls, Elizabeth," my father's stern tone tells me that he clearly won't be as soft as my mother, and I proceed to a large chair near the fireplace to take a seat there.

"I thought it would be more right to tell you everything in person.”

"In that case, we're listening carefully, you can start," he says, crossing his arms over his chest, burning me with a look that makes me shift in my chair.

"I couldn't marry Boyd because I realized that I never had real feelings for him and I actually recently fell in love with another person with whom for the first time in my life I feel genuinely happy," I begin, watching the surprised look of my mother and father's raised in silent question eyebrow.

"I didn't mean to let you and him down, but it just so happened that I realized it too late, literally at the last moment. I understand that you may be ashamed of me, but I did what my heart told me," I say, looking down somewhere on the floor, playing with my rings.

"No, we aren't."

"Yes, we are," my parents speak with one voice, causing confusion to wash over me.

"No, David, we aren't," mom repeats, giving him a stern look, "she's still our daughter and we have to understand her."

"Understand what exactly? That her whims ruined such a grand event, making us blush in front of all the guests, while she disappeared for two whole days without making herself known?" He addresses mom, but then shifts his gaze to me. "Do you have any idea what the rumors are about us now? How are you going to look at everyone's eyes?"

"I don't understand why others care about my personal life at all." I begin to slowly become annoyed that he reacts so sharply to everything, refusing to put himself on my place.

"Because you are the face of our company, Elizabeth, you have a certain reputation and it's your direct responsibility to maintain your image, given the position you hold." My father is clearly making great efforts to keep himself from screaming, thus making me want to do the same.

"So your company is more important to you than your own daughter, right?" I notice how his fist clenches on his knee, and my mother is still silently watching what's happening, choosing not to interfere.

"That's not what I meant. How do you expect me to react when you tell me that you suddenly fell in love with some guy who probably only wants money and linkages from you?"

"That's not a guy!" Even the hint that Y/n might be with me only for material gain has no place in my head, and it makes me say this much sooner than I intended. "And you're completely wrong about that."

"Honey, what do you mean it's not a guy?" My mom decides to jump right into the conversation while my dad silently is staring at me with both raised eyebrows now and all I can do is just roll my eyes at their slowness.

"What do you think I mean, mom?" My sarcastic remark comes out of my mouth faster than I can think about it and parents just share the lost glance between each other before turning their attention back to me.

"Are you in love with a woman?" Mom asks, obviously taken aback by this news, but still trying to pretend that everything is fine while my father silently stares at the carpet.

"I'm dating her. And no, I wasn't cheating on Boyd, he already knows everything too, I talked to him before coming here." I try to give my voice at least fake confidence so as not to feel too weak in front of them.

"And how did you two meet?" It's noticeable that she's only asking this to smooth out the awkward silence, but I decide to play along with her nonetheless.

"We work together and you already know her very well, it's Y/n."

"Y/n?!" Their voices synchronized again and their faces took on an almost shocked look, causing me to shift uncomfortably in my seat before standing up.

"Did you ruin a relationship with such man like Boyd because of this young girly that you saw several times in your life and already fell in love?" My father starts to obviously lose his temper, gradually raising his voice and showing air quotes on the last words.

"You don't know the whole story and it's much more than that." I was never afraid to argue with my father, so now I'm also not going to control myself if he talks to me in this way.

"Wait, both of you, David, calm down and pull yourself together. Lizzie, how did this happen? Boyd is a great man, you always seemed to feel great with him, why did you suddenly decide to switch to girls and even more to start a relationship with this...child? She can't even take a proper care of you," my mom thankfully puts a stop to our almost-started conflict, but her words don't make things any easier.

"She's far from a child, she's an adult who is able to make serious decisions and bear responsibility. Why does everyone think that I need someone who should take care of me at all and doesn't even suggest that I want to be the one who takes care of myself and my loved one?" It seems that I'm already starting the improvised monologue because of the accumulated thoughts and feelings.

"You're a 28-year-old woman and you're really that naive to blindly trust the first...I don't even know what to call her!" The father asks in a raised voice, getting up from the couch and running a hand through his hair.

"Call her by her name and nothing else," I say firmly, taking a step forward.

"Or what, Elizabeth? Have you forgotten who gave you this job and made you who you are now?" He lifts his chin as he usually does before starting a serious altercation.

"You must have forgotten that she's the daughter of your partners, with whom you are obliged to maintain good relations? Oh, and not to mention that I still have some shares that I can always sell to our competitors and go to work for them, I think they'll be glad about it. I'm the one who built myself and you have no right to treat me like that." My burning gaze is fixed on his eyes, into which, at that moment, the realization of defeat finally creeps in.

"I don't know what she did to you, but you're clearly not my daughter anymore."

"Is it a bad thing, daddy?" I ask in sarcastic tone. Even though his words hurt me, I will never admit that this is true, so as not to give him the opportunity to win.

"Calm down, both of you, right now!" Now it's my mom's turn to scream at us to draw our attention to herself.

"Honey, do you remember that my birthday is coming soon? Do you have time to visit your mother to congratulate her?" A sudden change in topic of conversation takes us both by surprise, but it happens every time there are quarrels within our family, so I'm not used to it. She rarely argues with me and never does it with my dad for whatever reason.

"Is Y/n invited?" I wonder, putting a fake smile on my lips because I'm still not over what just happened here.

"Don't you want to spend time with your family?" She answers a question with a question and I understand that she avoids it, knowing full well that there will be other guests and we obviously will not spend time only with each other.

"I'll only come with my girlfriend." Father snorts demonstratively at this word, but I insist on my own, wanting to prove to them that they're absolutely wrong in their opinion about Y/n.

"Okay, since it's so important to you," she sighs in defeat, and the realization that this is only important to me and not to them causes a nasty lump in my throat to get stuck there, preventing me from saying a word.

"Then we'll be there, but now I'd better go," I somehow manage to say and having said goodbye to my parents, I return to my car, allowing a few tears of resentment to escape from my eyes, treacherously wetting my cheeks and the collar of my shirt.

Everything ended much faster than I expected, but given that the distance that I had to drive was quite long, it turned out that I wasn't at home for a little more than two hours, although I had previously told Y/n that I would be there until the evening.

Opening the door with the second key she gave me on the first day, I suddenly smell something delicious. Well, she must have wasted no time and ordered something to eat, because we didn't have time to even have lunch today.

"Ellie? Why are you so early?" She appears from around the corner, dressed in a red silk robe and immediately gives me my favorite smile, which seems to have a healing effect on my spoiled mood.

"Hey, beautiful. Turns out we didn't really have much to talk about," I shrug as I take off my shoes and take a few steps towards Y/n, who comes over to me to give me a warm hug.

"It went badly, didn't it? They don't approve of our relationship?" Her worried look and nervously bitten lip suddenly change my plans to tell her everything as it is, because seeing her disappointed is not something I can let happen.

"No, no, everything's okay, they just need to get to know you better," I smile, rubbing the tip of my nose against hers. "What does it smell so delicious, hmm?"

"Oh, I decided to cook something instead of ordering food, you know, turning myself into a wifey material," she jokes, adorably smiling and pecking my lips.

"Yeah? And since when you suddenly can cook?" I lock my hands behind her back, trapping her body in my arms, studying her a bit relieving look and face attentively.

"Since the most gorgeous woman on this planet chose me to be her girlfriend," she tries to look serious, but still a playful smile escapes her lips, making me duplicate her action and I feel my mood gradually lightening only because she's around me now.

This girl has no idea which of us is truly lucky.

A/n: important! smut in the next chapter or we should focus on the plot more? also i hope el’s povs aren’t boring or smth, i really wanna show her feelings too :)

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poisonmaximoff · 2 years

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BELATED FATE (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader).

The whole story: here.

Chapter 27. Back to the real world

A/n: i’m out of my mini flop era😜 happy reading :)

Elizabeth's POV:

It's only the second morning when I find myself in a huge soft bed with Y/n, but it seems to me that this is the safest and most comfortable place I have ever been in. One of her arms is tightly wrapped around the thigh of my bent leg, and the second is placed on my neck, while she sleeps sweetly on my stomach with her mouth slightly open. I don't have any idea how we ended up in this position, but nevertheless I have no complaints, because it's certainly the view that I'd enjoy for the rest of my life.

Smiling to myself and running my fingers through her messy soft hair in an attempt to wake her up, I get absolutely no reaction, realizing that this girl's sleep probably couldn't be disturbed even by a bomb explosion. I would love us to stay in this weekend forever, but unfortunately it's impossible and I can only reassure myself that we will overcome all difficulties of the upcoming weeks together.

"Baby-y," my raspy voice fills the room as I start stroking her cheek, then her shoulders and the back of her head, tickling her neck with my fingers. She shifts a little on top of me, muttering something unintelligible under her breath and only turns her other cheek to me, changing the position of her head and refusing to open her eyes, squeezing my thigh even harder for a couple of seconds.

"It's time to get u-up," I decide to say something once again only to see her lazily open one eye and then close it, about to go back to sleep, grumbling something like "no".

"Ah, come on, sweetheart." I prop myself up on my elbows and gently tuck my hand into her hair, beginning to scratch her scalp with my nails, finally forcing her to fully open her eyes and take a sleepy look around the room.

"Why-y," she reluctantly releases my thigh from her grip and props her chin with both hands, staring at me with a look as if she is going to be tortured today.

"What?" I smile over her little pout and plaintive eyes, unable to resist the urge to press my lips against her warm forehead.

"Why do we have to get up? Can't we just stay here forever?" Her mouth immediately curves into a smile as soon as my lips touch her skin.

"As much as I would love to spend my life in this bed with you," I plant another kiss between her eyebrows, "we unfortunately don't live in the fairy tale".

"I don't like it," she responds on my little action with a couple of kisses on my neck, "but I know how we can make it better," she says and a playful smirk stretches across her lips as she straightens her back to sit on my waist.

"Trust me, honey," I immediately understand her hint and also sit up straight, moving her into my lap, "if we had time, I'd love to have some fun with you," my small kiss on her jaw interrupts my words, "but today is a busy day and we really have to get up," I say, once again meeting her pouting lips and a slightly dissatisfied huff.

"What exactly are our plans for today?" She wonders, wrapping her arms around my neck as I stroke her lower back through her thin nightie.

"Well, first we go to Boyd's to get my things, come back here and I'll put everything in place, then I definitely need to talk to my parents before they go to the police or something like that, because, believe me, they can. And then I'll tell my sisters everything in detail, if you don't mind." I finish the little explanation, fiddling with her clothes between my fingers, which doesn't go unnoticed by her.

"I don't mind, of course, if you're willing to let someone know about it," she replies, placing both hands on my cheeks, pulling me to her lips to finally give me a proper kiss. "And remember that I will always be with you no matter what, okay?"

"Thank you, Y/n/n, I don't know how I'd get through this without you." In such a short time, she has become more important to me than everything that surrounds me, making herself the center of my life and my main treasure.

"You don't even need to imagine it, I promise we'll work everything out together." This is exactly what I needed to hear and I'm not surprised anymore, realizing that, as usual, she knows exactly what to say or do.

Having shared one last sweet kiss, we get out of bed and head to the bathroom to make ourselves presentable, while discussing some small domestic things.

"Doesn't it feel for you like we've been dating for much longer than two days? I mean, it only took us this short period of time to confess our feelings to each other, have sex, move in together, and tell my parents everything," Y/n suddenly asks as we leisurely eat our leftover sushi from yesterday.

"Don't you think it's all happening too fast?" She adds and stops eating, studying me with a questioning look.

"You know, baby, I feel like we've spent too much time denying our feelings and making mistakes. We have wasted two months or so, and to be honest, I don't see anything wrong with the fact that now our relationship is developing quite swiftly." In fact, her question took me by surprise, because I didn't even think about it and took everything for granted, enjoying what we have, but now I'm starting to worry about the fact that she doesn't approve of this.

"Oh, phew, great, 'cause I suddenly got a thought about you being uncomfortable with that or something. Then I'm really glad that we think the same way." Her face visibly took on a look of relief and she covered my hand with hers, squeezing it tightly and giving me a sincere happy smile that instantly lit a spark of joy in my heart.

"Sometimes it felt that we were dating already, when we spent time together," my confession, unexpected even for myself, left my lips before I even had a chance to think about it, and I just wanted to apologize for the nonsense I said, but she didn't allow me to do so.

"Wait, for you too?" She asks, raising her eyebrows in delighted surprise, getting up from the table and walking towards me.

"Mhm, totally, like when we just shared moments of silence, when you got sick and that time I stayed here over night too," I turn my body to her and let her stand between my legs, wrapping my arms around her waist while she put her hands on my shoulders.

"Turns out I wasn't crazy for thinking so," Y/n says, running her fingers through my hair, causing me to close my eyes in pure delight and lean my forehead against her stomach, immersed in her warmth.

"Turns out we were crazy for not admitting it for so long," I giggle and pull her even closer, thinking to myself that she has no idea how perfect she is in my eyes, but I will make sure to prove it to her every single day we spend together.

"It'll be all right, I'll be waiting for you here," Y/n's soothing voice makes me relax a bit as we pull up to Boyd's house. I haven't bothered to think about exactly what I'm going to say and how I'm going to explain everything, but I guess I'll have to improvise.

"Thank you," I answer quietly because of my suddenly dry throat, lean in to quickly peck her lips and leave her car, heading for the door of the house, which I most likely see for the last time. I'm totally unprepared for this conversation, but today I need to clear everything up to be able to move on and build my future with Y/n without any problems, so I press the doorbell a couple of times.

"Elizabeth?" The man whom I was going to marry only a few days ago, but who couldn't become my soulmate even for this time that we've been together, appears before my eyes.

"Hi, Boyd." My ex-fiancé's surprised look, his shabby state and slightly parted mouth are all I meet before I take a couple of steps towards him and step inside, nervously fiddling with my purse in my hands.

"What are you doing here? You didn't pick up your phone for two days and now you just suddenly show up here? What's going on, Lizzie, what the hell happened?" I can't bring myself to look him in the eyes, so I'm just silently looking around the familiar walls of the house as he closes the door and then stands a few steps across from me.

"I'm sorry, Bo, I'm here to get the rest of my things." I don't know where to start explaining, so I immediately voice the reason for my visit, feeling like the last piece of shit seeing his lost and hurt look.

"No, wait, I understand that maybe you weren't ready for the wedding and were just...scared, right? But that doesn't mean we have to break up, we can just wait until you want it." It hurts me to see how desperately he tries to save our relationship, knowing for sure that this is already the end.

"You don't understand," I begin to feel a lump build up in my throat, making it harder to speak than usual, "I ran away not because I was scared, but because I couldn't continue deceiving both of us any longer. You deserve a much better woman than me." An immense sense of guilt once again plunges a hundred daggers into my heart as I watch the spark of hope fading in his eyes.

"What do you mean by deceiving?" His fingers touch the bridge of his nose and I know it's a gesture he makes every time when he's very nervous.

"I thought that everything we had was exactly how it was supposed to be until I fell in love with someone for real and realized that all this time I was deceiving myself only in order not to disappoint others," my voice trembled treacherously, not allowing me to continue. "I tried so hard to get rid of these feelings, but they only seemed to get stronger every single day." It's the absolute truth, because my conscience tormented me every time the thought of Y/n came into my head.

"Were you cheating on me?" Boyd's penetrating gaze, filled with disappointment and pain, leaves me no choice but to turn away from him for a few seconds so as not to provoke my own breakdown.

"No, I wasn't. And I understand that I should have told you about everything much earlier, but my cowardice didn't allow me to do this until the last moment. We would never be happy in marriage, at least I would definitely not be able to love you the same way I love this person. You are a wonderful perfect man, I'm sure you would be an amazing husband, but as it turns out, I never needed a perfect life."

"Who is he, Elizabeth?" The taller man takes a couple of steps towards me, and for the first time I feel uneasy around him, seeing the clenched jaw and the eyes running across my face.

"It's a she," I find the courage to say this to him, and his previously slightly aggressive eyes take on a puzzled look again.

"What?!" He nearly exclaims, causing me to stagger back, slightly increasing the distance between us.

"Are you saying you're...a lesbian or something?" He sounds like we're living in the 19th century and he's never heard of it before. "Wait, Liz, but how is that possible?" His question makes me raise my right eyebrow not understanding the reason for his reaction.

"I'd rather not label myself until I figure it out, but yes, I'm in love with a girl and there's nothing to be surprised by." The newfound confidence and a sudden sense of pride that I'm no longer afraid to admit it out loud help my posture straighten and my look regain its firmness.

"Wait, Lizzie, are you certain you're not just looking for something new? I mean, relationship between women are quite different from normal ones and...I'm not sure a woman can give you the things a man can," he says, furrowing his brows, as if he's about to list me the pros and cons of relationship with men and women. Of course, I knew that his family was quite traditional, but this is no excuse for the nonsense that he's now talking about.

"Stop, Boyd, listen, you shouldn't convince me of something, I'm an adult and I can figure out my feelings on my own. All I ask is to forgive me and let me go if you ever really loved me." I can't help but agree that this sounds like manipulation, but the desire to pack my stuff as soon as possible and return to my girlfriend is pushing me to this little meanness.

"I still love you, Liz. Can you at least tell me who you traded me for?" He shakes his head with his hands at his hips, sounding like he's refusing to take the whole situation seriously and to be honest, it's starting to annoy me a bit.

"Y/n. I'm together with Y/n now." I'm not sure if I should trust him after all the mess I've brought into his life, but again, guilt leaves me no choice and I tell him the truth to somehow make amends for my mistakes.

"Y/n?! But she can't give you anything, she's a spoiled child who lives on her parents' money, what were you thinking?" He brings his hands to his temples, suddenly raising his voice to me, obviously not expecting this answer.

"Don't ever talk about her like that again," I speak in a calm voice despite the irritation and anger boiling inside, but my sober mind doesn't allow me to answer him as I would like to, so as not to lead everything to even bigger conflict. "Like it or not, you have to respect my choice. I'm going to pack my things now and I'm so sorry for everything once again." I say the second part of the sentence with obvious regret, turning around and heading for the second floor to finally do what I came here for.

"Do you know what you're right about for sure, Lizzie? I definitely deserve someone better," he says irritably, hiding his slightly watery eyes before walking past me with one last look and slamming the door of the room a few feet away from us.

Y/n's POV:

My leg is twitching on its own as I sit in the car for more than 30 minutes already, anxiously waiting for Elizabeth to return. I know absolutely nothing about Boyd, having no idea how he will act and what his reaction will be to the sudden appearance of El there, so all I can do is wait and hope that he doesn't hurt her in any way.

I literally listen to every sound, already starting to imagine the worst-case scenarios of the outcome of events, including the presence of the police and the ambulance here, gradually plunging myself into a state of panic, but suddenly the voice of my girlfriend saves me from this horror.

"Baby, help me with the suitcase please, it's too heavy," I heard her scream and immediately ran out of the car only to see three huge suitcases and Elizabeth standing next to them.

"Did you decide to take the whole house with you, including the furniture?" I ask, startled, grinning and staring at the breathless woman.

"Don't be a smartie, take this one and carry it in the trunk," she says, hitting my shoulder lightly with the back of her hand.

"Yes, ma'am," I say playfully, but nevertheless obey, and after a couple of minutes we're back in the car, I'm in the driver's seat and she's in the passenger one again, thinking about something of her own.

"Are you okay, Ellie?" I wonder, gently placing my hand on her shoulder.

"I don't know. I mean...I think I am, but we left things not on the best terms and now I'm a bit anxious about our nearest future, if we don't count the talk with my parents today," she answers, leaning her cheek on my hand, staring at me with worried eyes.

"Look," I take her hand in mine and bring it to my lips to plant a couple of small kisses on her knuckles without breaking eye contact, "I can't imagine how hard this all feels for you, but I can assure you that I'll never leave your side and will do everything to make you feel good." A small warm smile forms on her lips and her eyes fill with such tenderness that almost makes me throw myself into her arms and never let her go.

"I love you, Y/n," she whispers as if she wants to keep this confession heard only within a few inches, making the moment as special as it can be, pulling me into a sensual warm kiss.

A/n 2: sometimes it seems to me that i'm gonna write a 30 hour story, cause it's moving too slow, but hey i love it so much and also thank y'all for interactions, i appreciate every one of you <3

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poisonmaximoff · 2 years

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BELATED FATE (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader).

The whole story: here.

Chapter 26. Welcome to the family

Y/n's POV:

"So you just realized your feelings for Y/n too late and therefore at the last moment decided to call off the wedding by running away to her?" My mother's squinted eyes are fixed on Elizabeth as she sits across from her, fiddling nervously with her T-shirt.

"It's a bit more complicated than that, but that's basically it, yes," she replies, flicking her eyes between me and my dad, holding them on my mom just a little, obviously afraid of meeting her stern gaze.

"What are your intentions for my daughter? Is it going to be a long-term thing or have you just decided to spice up your life with something new?" Mom's overprotective mode as I expected causes her to ask El pretty harsh questions, putting all of us in an awkward position.

"Mila, darling, remember that you're talking to our daughter's chosen one," my father says in a calm tone, placing his hands on his wife's shoulders in an attempt to soften her.

"Mom, please, don't talk about my girlfriend like that." I turn to her with a slightly furrowed brows, showing that I don't like what she just said at all, because I myself completely trust El.

"No, it's okay...Wait, your girlfriend?" Elizabeth says, raising her eyebrows in surprise, staring at me inquiringly, and for a few seconds I just look at her silently, not quite understanding what's wrong.

"You're not my girlfriend?" I ask disappointed, sitting down on a chair without taking my gaze off El, in whose eyes only slight confusion is read.

"I mean, we haven't talked about it yet and..."

"But we slept together and said words of love to each other, isn't that enough?" I noticeably begin to become anxious, raising my voice a little because of the thoughts that instantly filled my head that I actually don't mean as much to her as I thought, completely forgetting that we are not alone here.

"You slept together?!" My parents exclaimed at the same time, causing me and Elizabeth to turn our heads in their direction, confronted by their shocked expressions. I swear, almost every conversation with them reminds me of a goofy scene from a sitcom series, but there is no off-screen laughter from the audience.

"No!" We answer in one voice, realizing that it's definitely not something that needed to be said right now, as if we're underaged teenagers that were caught doing forbidden things.

"You just said you did, oh my gosh, baby, was it your first time then?" My mother almost immediately becomes much softer and kinder, getting up from the table, walking towards me and hugging me from the back. "I'm very happy for you, did you like it?" Words can't express how embarrassed I am right now, and this is noticeable in my strongly reddening cheeks and nervous chuckle. Why does she have to be like that?

"Mom!" My palm lands on my forehead with a slap and I hide my face in both hands with a low grunt, afraid to even imagine how ridiculous it looks from the side. "I'm 22, of course it wasn't my first time, can we please drop this topic?" Hopefully, she will just ignore it and we'll change the subject.

"No? Why didn't you tell me about anything then?" Her genuinely surprised tone plunges me into an even more embarrassing state, giving rise to my desire to simply fall through the ground and never return to this world again.

"Because you're my mom and I don't wanna talk to you about who I slept with," my muffled whining seems to make her cool down a little, returning to the original topic of conversation.

"Weird. So, Elizabeth." Her name makes my head rise and see the concerned looks of my apparently "not-girlfriend" and my father awkwardly looking anywhere but at us.

"So you're not interested in a serious relationship with my daughter?" I just roll my eyes at this question, mentally cursing myself for picking up the phone this morning, because now I have to feel like a child in elementary school at those moments when my mother made scandals with my teachers over trifles.

"Mila, they're adults and I believe we should give them some time alone to figure everything out," my dad says staring at mom and nods to the side, clearly letting her know that now is the time to go somewhere and I thank heaven that at least one normal person was found here.

"Yes, please, it's not at all what you might think," El requests and pleadingly stares first at me, and then at my mom who thankfully decides to listen to him and give us space at least for now.

"Baby, let's go talk on the terrace, shall we?" She holds out her hand to me, getting up from her chair and heading towards the large glass door, asking me to follow her, but I refuse to take her hand yet.

"Don't "baby" me," I mutter resentfully, but nevertheless follow her and in a minute we find ourselves on a spacious and cozy sunny terrace, which offers us a beautiful panoramic view of the morning Los Angeles. This is my favorite place in the whole apartment, where I have spent countless hours of reflection, moments of inspiration and just relaxing, forgetting about all the problems.

"Don't be mad at me, Y/n." She comes up to me, wrapping one arm around my waist, pulling me to her, and with the other tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear, almost making me forget why we are here, but after a couple of seconds I descend from heaven to earth and move away from her, holding distance.

"How can I not be mad? Yesterday you fuck me, then you say that you're in love with me, but today you don't want to consider me your girlfriend?" My inner nervousness is transferred to my body, causing my heart to beat faster and my eyes to fill with tears due to a gnawing sense of disappointment and hurt.

"I never said that," Elizabeth says in a calm and measured tone, making me frown, "it just came as a bit of a surprise to me because we didn't have a full conversation about it. I want more than anything to have you as my girlfriend, and I actually wanted to talk to you about it a little later."

"You do?" I ask in a half-whisper, involuntarily shortening the distance between us again. Just one phrase of hers again made me want to feel her as close to me as possible, reminding me of how much power she has over me, that everything she says affects my state in one way or another.

"Of course I do, you're the most important thing I have right now and my priority number one, I'm sorry for making you feel like it's not true." Her words, radiant smile and soft hand on my cheek instantly make me want to melt in her arms, leaving me speechless.

"Promise you're not doing it 'cause you feel pressured by my parents presence here?" I wrap my arms around her neck and pull her towards me, hoping for a truthful answer, as she again puts one hand on my waist and the other one on my back, stroking the back of my neck with her palm, hugging my body tightly.

"Promise, I really want it so much. It's a little different than I imagined, but Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?" She gently rubs the tip of her nose against mine, already knowing the answer in advance and smiling at me, forcing me to copy her cute action.

"Of course, Ellie, and you won't ever get rid of me again, you know that?" I stand on my toes to place a small peck on her forehead and then cover her lips with mine in a kiss full of happiness and love only to feel her hands squeezing me even tightly, while she instantly kisses me back.

"I know," she says pulling away from me a bit before pecking my lips again, adorably giggling at my goofy smile, "and I won't ever have a problem with it."

After a few minutes spent in the usual comfortable silence in each other's arms, staring at the clear summer sky and large glass buildings sparkling in the sun, we return back to my parents in the apartment.

"Did you figure everything out?" My mother's impatient voice asks as soon as we go inside and sit on the soft large sofa in the living room.

"Yes," pleased Elizabeth replies, throwing her arm around my shoulder, "we're officially together, so you don't have to worry, your daughter is in good hands," she says with a quick wink at me, bringing another smile to my face.

"I surely hope so." Mom sits down on a chair, crossing her legs and my father stands behind her, reminding me of some scene from a movie about the Mexican mafia. She lacks only a thick cigar between two fingers and a cowboy hat on her head, and this thought involuntarily makes me let out a small chuckle while everyone is sitting in absolute silence, thereby causing them to exchange glances among themselves.

Noticing their uncomprehending looks, I start to laugh even harder, at first trying to hide my face in El's neck, but then just leaning on the sofa with my head thrown back and laughing out loud, clutching my stomach.

"You have to deal with it now," unimpressed by my sudden outburst of emotion dad says to Elizabeth and she just starts to giggle as she stares at my uncontrollably shaking body, while I'm crying with laughter already.

"Okay, sorry, I'm sorry," I'm trying to catch my breath, wiping my eyes and straightening my back, sitting in the normal position again and putting El's arm back on my shoulder.

"I've never heard you laughing so hard," she smiles at me, revealing her perfect teeth.

"I only laugh like that at my own jokes." I wink at her, earning myself a slight nudge in the side and a playful eye roll at me.

"We're still here," my mom turns our attention back to them, causing us to pull away from each other and I fix my gaze on my parents despite the overwhelming urge to press my lips to the now definitely my girlfriend's lips.

"Yes, of course you're still here." I imitate her, but in the matter of seconds I immediately meet a stern look and decide to shut up before it's too late.

"Elizabeth, can you take care of yourself and Y/n if anything happens? I mean both financially and, of course, mentally." Mom wastes no time moving on to serious matters without giving El a chance to rest.

"I don't need to be taken care of, I-" I start but two voices immediately cut off my sentence.

"Y/n, stay out." Two women address me at the same time, causing me to give them an astonished look and raise my eyebrows in surprise. Yes, they will definitely make friends soon and will spend time discussing me and my behavior, what an amazing perspective.

"Welcome to the club, Y/n/n," my dad says in the whisper, shrugging and small smile appears on my lips.

"I can provide a good and comfortable life for both of us, you can be sure of that," Elizabeth's confident tone immediately locks my attention on her, causing me to subconsciously bite my lip, because I always had a soft spot for her serious and protective side.

"That's what I wanted to hear. I have long believed that our daughter needs someone mature and responsible, so I'm very glad that you turned out to be that person, Lizzie, I trust you with Y/n's feelings. Now I can sleep peacefully at night." She gets up at the same time as El, giving her a big hug while dad and I share awkward looks, staying aside.

"I still can take care of myself without someone's help, you know," I grumble with displeasure and my mother smiles at me like at the five-year-old kid, pinching my cheek, causing me to roll my eyes once again.

"Honey, stop treating her like a child already, you saw yourself that she's pretty responsible," my dad says, winking at me and I give him an appreciative smile, being actually grateful for him thinking about me this way.

"That's true, your daughter sometimes is more mature than me," Elizabeth gives me a bright smile first and then a brilliant look to my mother, who snaps her eyes between us and smiles too. Now we are in that warm family atmosphere that brings great joy to my heart because of the realization of what wonderful people surround me.

After chatting more for about half an hour, my parents finally decided to leave the two of us and let us enjoy the last day before a rather difficult week, not only in terms of work, but also issues related to our relationship.

"You're going to talk to Boyd tomorrow, right?" I ask, resting my head on her shoulder as we sit relaxed on the couch hugging each other, looking up at her thoughtful face.

"Mhm." She seems not to have heard what I asked, answering me automatically, and I lightly pinch her on the side, causing her chin to drop and her eyes to stare at me inquiringly. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Will you talk to Boyd tomorrow?" I repeat my question and she fidgets in place, casually taking the back of my thigh that was further away from her and pulling it on top of her legs, so now I'm laying half-turned towards her.

"I will, yes. And I have to grab the rest of my things too." Elizabeth responds calmly, slowly passing her fingers through my hair, occasionally running her nails over my scalp, causing my skin to tingle.

"I'll go with you and wait outside." My determined voice grabs her attention as I pull myself closer to her body.

"And why would you do that?" Her question is accompanied by leaning her head on the top of mine, giving the impression that she constantly wants to be as close to me as possible.

"Because I want to help you and make sure that you will be okay after talking to him." I don't know what to expect from this man or her condition after that, so the option with me just staying at home and waiting for her to return doesn't even cross my mind.

"Okay, baby, if that's what you wanna do." She sensually places a warm kiss on my forehead and I respond to her action with pressing my lips to hers, tangling my hand in her soft hair and pulling her head closer to me by her neck.

Her hand begins to slowly stroke the back of my thigh, moving smoothly to my ass, squeezing it through my sweatpants as our lips move in unison, gradually deepening and heating the kiss.

"Do you want it now?" She pulls away for a couple of seconds, asking for my consent and I nod my head, returning my mouth to where it belongs, climbing fully into her lap.

"I need words, baby," she gently pushes me away from her, holding my waist and peering into my face.

"I want it now." That's all I say before pulling her into a hot, wet kiss, involuntarily starting to move my hips in search of friction, already feeling the knot in my lower abdomen begin to grow, overshadowing my sanity.

My kisses impatiently go down to her neck, showering it with wet marks and small bites, causing her to moan inaudibly and squeeze my ass even harder before lowering my pants down to mid-thighs, exposing my flesh in only a thin thong.

"You don't even know how sexy you look when you turn on your serious mode," I pant between kisses remembering her recent strong tone and confident words, grabbing at the hem of her oversized T-shirt in an attempt to take it off.

"I always knew how exactly it affects you," she responds and lightly hits my hands, handling her piece of clothing on her own, throwing it somewhere on the floor and setting free her milky breasts, almost causing me to salivate profusely.

Without wasting a second, my hands find themselves attached to them, squeezing the soft flesh and trapping her perky nipples between my fingers, causing her to let out muffled moans, head thrown back against the back of the couch.

"Lay down on your back," she somehow manages to say between her breathless panting, getting me rid of my tank top, fixing her gaze on my heaving chest and already hardened nipples.

Elizabeth doesn't have to ask me twice, so I do as she tells me, resting my head comfortably on the soft cushion by the arm of the couch and hurriedly trying to get my sweatpants off completely.

"So eager to be pleased, are we?" She suddenly changes her rush into measured seductive movements, lowering herself down to my chest without breaking eye contact and giving my right bud a hard lick with a flat tongue, making me to let out a pathetically needy whimper.

"I want- oh," she interrupts my attempt to say something with a light bite of my nipple, ensuring that I already arch my back towards her mouth, wanting more. "I want to feel you against me," I manage to finish and immediately meet the lustful dark gaze of my girlfriend, who immediately understands exactly what I mean.

Quickly removing her pants and throwing them aside, Elizabeth returns to my neck to leave a couple of last love bites, then pulls off my panties, which have already formed a small wet spot and does the same with her underwear, without looking, tossing it in aside.

"Spread your legs wider," her commanding tone influences my body so that it itself fulfills all her whims without the knowledge of my mind, which so badly wants to resist and show her that I'm not completely at her mercy.

"You're leaking already, sweetheart, and we didn't even start yet," she purrs as she looms over me and with a ghostly touch almost presses her lips against mine in a teasing manner, making me whine and wiggle my hips.

"Look at yourself," I return the vulgar observation, noticing her glistening inner thighs, shamelessly fixing my eyes between her legs.

"It's inappropriate to stare, you know." Three fingers on my chin force me to look into her brazenly studying my body and face eyes before she locks our lips in the sloppy kiss, moving her hand to my soaking center, spreading the wetness over the length of my pussy and making me let out the loudest for now moan.

After playing with my entrance a little more, she, unable to withstand her own sexual frustration, connects her own pussy with mine, starting to move in measured movements, perfectly hitting her clit against mine and mixing our wetnesses together.

"Fuck, o-oh, you feel so good," she moans right into my ear while I can't formulate a single sentence, completely absorbed in pleasure and the feeling of her sensitive flesh over mine as she speeds up, clutching the back of the couch with one hand.

"El, sh- shit, oh!" My nails dig into the tender skin of her ass, encouraging her to move even faster, bringing us both to climax and I suddenly land a harsh loud slap on her cheek, awakening some feral feelings in me, but Elizabeth only seems to like it judging by the loud moan that filled the entire living room after that.

"Seems like I'm, fuck, not the only one who likes it, huh?" I muster all my will to say it without stuttering or breaking into moans only to meet El's impudent smile.

"Shut the fuck up," she says, suddenly thrusting on me with the force that makes me want to question my boldness.

"I'm so close, I wanna cum, please!" I feel an orgasm creeping up on me, shattering what little confidence I had and I notice my hips moving erratically on their own, shaking against Elizabeth, who is holding me tightly against the sofa. Her movements are also already becoming rather sloppy and frantic, signaling that she is getting close to the edge too.

"Hold it for a bit longer and cum with me, angel." She lets out a string of high-pitched moans and, spreading my legs even wider with her free hand, straightens her posture, throwing her head back and twisting her face in pure content, continuing to thrust her throbbing pussy into mine.

"I can't, I can't hold it anymore!" I whimper and my eyes close tightly at the overwhelming feeling that is rising up and threatening to tear me apart as I struggle to contain myself at least for one more minute.

"Oh, that's it baby, cum with me." As soon as I hear her permission, my body immediately shudders in powerful explosion, ripping through me while Elizabeth's hips jerk several times and her face scrunches in ethereal moment of pleasure, as we moan into each other's mouths because of the shockwaves gripping our bodies.

I can feel her juices flowing from her pussy onto mine, mixing with my own as she collapses on the top of me, gripping the sofa tightly and biting hard on my neck, causing me to whimper.

"Fucking hell," she says breathlessly, letting her limp body to fall, burying her face with flushed cheeks in the crook of my neck, while I'm trying to come down from my height and get my breath back, hugging her back.

"Indeed," my slightly hoarse voice sounds right over her ear, causing a slight smirk on her lips as she kisses my breasts several times. "You're so perfect to me, El," I add and kiss her sweaty forehead, running my fingers through her silky hair while she closes her eyes in pure delight.

A/n: random smut just cause i can😜😜 also let me know what you think of course :) and i'm sorry for mistakes, sometimes i struggle with english

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it’s truly amazing and scary at the same time how desperate and stubborn we are sometimes to be with someone, who isn’t our fate, trying convince ourselves in the opposite thing. i think true, right and healthy love can be found anytime and it’s never late for it, if your heart is open and ready for this :)

BELATED FATE (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader).

The whole story: here.

Chapter 25. You and I

Y/n's POV:

"Do you believe in the theory of three loves?" I ask, leaning back against Elizabeth's chest as we lie relaxed in the tub after an amazing evening spent together in our bed.

"Nope, what's that?" She asks and presses her soft lips against my neck, gently planting a few light kisses there, making me tilt my head a little so she has more access.

"Like the person can fall in love only three times in their life. It actually perfectly fits me," I begin to explain as her right hand finds it's place on my bent knee, stroking it, and her left one comes down to my waist, pulling me even closer to her.

"First one is the love that just looks right. That's what we all imagine it to be, easy and perfect, like in fairytales, it appeals to what we should be doing for society's sake. In my case it's my first boyfriend, that I had in high school," I continue talking while she lifts her lips from my neck, transferring small kisses to my cheek and temple.

"The second love is the hard one, that teaches us lessons about who we actually are and what we need. It hurts, brings pain, lies or even abuse sometimes, making us suffer because of our own choices. It can be unhealthy, unbalanced and toxic, exactly what I had with Taylor, love that we wished was right." At these words, Elizabeth stops her actions, but after a few seconds, she takes my chin with three fingers and makes me turn my head towards her so that she can kiss my lips.

"Are you even listening to me?" I ask, reluctantly pulling away from her and meeting an amused sparkling gaze.

"Mhm." That's all she says before one more time covering my lips with hers, placing her hand on my jaw, but I again break the kiss, staring at her with the pout on my face.

"I'm listening, I promise, just can't get enough of you," she speaks under her breath, flicking her gaze between my features, but I narrow my eyes in disbelief, suspecting that she didn't really hear a word.

"What was the last thing I said?" I ask and she only rolls her eyes playfully, pecking my lips couple of times. "Answer me-e-e," I whine, but then do the same thing as she just did, not being able to resist her charm.

"You said about your second love, I'm really listening," she answers, surprising me with giving an actual attention to whatever I was talking about. "What about the third one, hmm?"

"It's the love that lasts. We never see it coming, it just suddenly hits us and at first looks extremely wrong, but then we understand that it's the only one that can be right, because it feels like that. We can't explain it, we just surrender to it without thinking, fully accepting the other person for who they are. And I truly think, that you're this very person for me." I finish my short explanation and watch her looking thoughtfully somewhere through me before gently resting her head on my bare shoulder.

"I really hope so, Y/n/n. To be honest, I think I fell for you the moment I saw you the first time. But then Taylor and...well..." she states hugging my body tightly, inhaling the sweet scent of my shampoo, visibly becoming a little bit nervous.

"You know, Ellie," I place my hands on the top of hers, trying to prevent her from being stressed because of it, "I think we both had to get through this experience, even if it wasn't good. I'm not the person that you saw then, so maybe it was better for us to discover each other exactly now to stop us from making irreversible mistakes then. You know what I mean?" I ask and turn my head so I could see her still thoughtful face expression.

"I hate it when you act more mature than me," she smiles defeatedly and leans in to press her lips to mine once again only to see me eagerly respond to her sweet action.

"See, I wasn't like that back then. So everything's happening as it should be," I reassure her one more time and soon we're back in a big comfortable bed, falling asleep in each other's arms after an eventful and surprisingly the best day of my life, which was originally expected to be the worst.

"Y/n, baby, wake up." El's morning voice fills my ears as she tries to wake me up with small gentle pushes, but my brain refuses to take in everything that's going on, aware only of her presence next to me.

"Sunshine, come on," she softly shakes my shoulder until I'm only starting to come to my senses and understand that yesterday was not a dream, but my new reality, in which I woke up today. Opening my eyes with difficulty, I immediately squint them because of the morning light and after half-consciously rubbing them, my gaze meets two emeralds attentively studying my face, causing a dreamy smile appear on my lips.

"Finally you woke you up, does it always take you so long?" She asks, brushing a few strands of hair out of my face while I continue to stare at my lover's beautiful face.

"No, this night just was the most peaceful one I've had in a while, I slept so goo-o-od." I'm stretching my arms and the smile doesn't slip from my face, thereby making the woman next to me smile too, bend down and lovingly peck my lips. "Why did you wake me up so early?" I ask, grabbing her hand that was caressing my cheek and placing a couple of small kisses on it.

"First of all it's 10 a.m. already, and your phone was ringing, you didn't hear it at all?" She arches an eyebrow as she straightens her back and sits next to me, running two fingers along my belly and chest.

"Nope, did you look who it was?" First I prop myself up on my elbows and then crawl to take a place on her thighs, wrapping my arms around her neck and leaning my forehead on hers, indicating that I want to spend this day only in closeness with her, not thinking about anything else.

"No, why would I look through your phone, hmm?" As soon as she reaches her lips to mine, it rings once again, causing both of us to exhale in disappointment.

"Yes, mom?" I answer and immediately hear my mother's serious tone and someone speaking in the background.

"Y/n, why haven't you called me yet? You promised to let me know as soon as you get to New York and settle down in a new apartment, we agreed to that!" A hint of worry is heard in her voice and I mentally give myself a slap in the face for completely forgetting to call her, looking frightened at Elizabeth, who is carefully studying me with her eyes.

"Mom, I don't know how to tell you that, but I changed my mind and actually am home now, sorry for not telling you this yesterday." I speak in as guilty a tone as possible so that she takes pity on me and doesn't become mad. After spending about 20 seconds in complete silence, I decide that I was having some communication problems before her voice fills my ears again.

"Y/n Y/sn Y/ln, what on earth is going on? I'm going to visit you right now and have a serious conversation with you," she says in a stern tone and I hear my father tell her to calm down, but she still insists on her decision, telling him that he spoiled me and I understand that now I'm in trouble.

"Mom..." I start, but she doesn't let me speak and tells me that she'll be here in half an hour before hanging up, making my eyes widen and my heart beat much faster than usual, notably frightening me with her seriousness, which I haven't seen already for years.

"What happened?" Elizabeth moves towards me, placing her hand on my knee and smiling slightly over my scared expression before I slowly turn my head towards her, biting my lower lip nervously.

"My mom will be here soon and she seems mad, this won't end well, what will we tell her? Will you have to hide in some room again? How do I explain everything to her?" The stream of all the questions that are spinning in my mind starts to leave my mouth as my head gradually turns off, plunging me into a stressful state.

"Baby, shh, look at me." El takes my cheeks in both hands, squeezing them lightly and making me freeze in place, staring straight into her eyes. "You don't want your mom to see me here?" She asks slightly disappointed, watching my reaction carefully.

"What? No, it's not that, of course, I mean... Do you want her to know everything? My dad already seems to know about us, but I'm sure he didn't tell her anything."

"Oh, so that's why he told me what airport you were at, I was honestly really surprised", she lets out a small relieved breath, smiling at me and continues: "I wonder how does he know everything then?" She smirks, biting her lip as she moves even closer to me, practically sitting on my lap.

"He figured it out himself, and that was as much of a surprise to me as it is to you. So you're okay with them knowing about our relationship or I misunderstood?" I decide to clarify, as apparently experience from the past doesn't allow me to fully accept the fact that I can ever have a normal, healthy and open relationship, so I still feel weird about this. Everything happens so fast that I even feel a little overwhelmed, but when Elizabeth is with me, I'm not afraid to let any changes into my life.

"I'm okay with it, I mean eventually everyone will know about it, since I'm not going to spend my whole life in closet. But I need some time to figure everything out, if you don't mind waiting a bit..." She purses her bottom lip and looks down at the crumpled sheets as she begins to play with the hem of her oversized T-shirt.

"I'm so proud of you." I say before I have a chance to think about it, but the words seem to speak themselves without my knowledge, causing El to look up at me in surprise.

"It was random, I know, but I'm really proud of you for deciding to change your life so drastically without knowing what awaits you. Until recently, I didn't believe that there would ever be a person who was ready for such an act for me, and I cannot be more grateful for the fact that you appeared in my life. Only two month made me love you more than I could ever imagine." I end my heartfelt mini-confession, staring at her for an answer and watching her eyes slightly fill with tears, almost causing my hand to reach for her face.

"And yes, take as long as you need, I'll wait until you're completely ready," I add and she hugs me tightly, burying her nose in my neck, taking me by surprise.

"You have no idea how amazing you are, do you?" She gives me a happy smile and I feel like this is what I would like to see before my eyes for the rest of my life.

"For doing a bare minimum? Miss Olsen, your bar is on the floor." My defensive reaction at the unexpected compliment sends me into the land of stupid jokes, but El immediately understands this as if she knows me like her own ten fingers.

"It still means a world to me," she ignores the tease, pecking the tip of my nose before offering me to have some breakfast.

"Oh god, it's her," I say, stopping eating my fruit salad as soon as I hear the doorbell ring, which for some reason sends chills down my spine.

"Everything will be fine, I'm sure she will understand and accept everything." El tries to calm me down, reminding that she is always there for me and as usual she succeeds. I nod to her and, planting a small kiss on the back of her hand that was holding mine for the last 10 minutes, I hasten to open the door.

"Hi mom, hi dad?" My tone suddenly changes to a questioning one as I stare in surprise at my father behind my disgruntled mother's back.

"I tried to stop her," he shrugs, which earns my mom a sharp look, first at him and then at me.

"Can anyone explain to me what's going on here?" She asks, crossing the threshold of my apartment. "First Derek yells something about your airport to the running in the middle of the wedding ceremony Elizabeth, then you suddenly decide to cancel the trip, you two are definitely fooling me," she immediately starts the conversation, but after a few seconds, she seems to freeze in place, stopping her eyes on my girlfriend sitting at the kitchen table.

"Hi, Mrs. Y/ln." El smiles awkwardly and waves at her, eyes flickering between the three of us as my mom stares at her, puzzled, and my dad and I shift from foot to foot, not sure where to start.

"For how long?" That's all she asks, and we understand that she, being a smart and educated woman, immediately guessed everything a second later after seeing Elizabeth here.

"For...a day?" I answer her, deciding to omit the fact that our first kiss was a month ago so she wouldn't have a heart attack. She shifts her gaze from my girlfriend to me, narrowing her eyes suspiciously as if she doesn't believe what I just said.

"Mom, you got it all wrong, we weren't in a relationship while El was with Boyd, I promise." I'm trying to fix how wrong the situation looks on her part, and she slowly walks over to the table to take a seat across from Elizabeth.

"Now tell me everything from the beginning and don't miss any details," she says calmly and crosses her legs in anticipation of our story, interlocking her fingers.

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